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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
I want to escape somewhere inside from you to hear my voice sing without the contempt should I wake you -- something awakened. I want to escape this world, reality, send the falsetto free on changing wind where sweetest harmony finds me. Does it have to be far from you? Limber in a neon room pulsing, should I haul you in my arms, sweep the dusted floor in limber strides, carefree of former sorrow? Would you have me? If I'm not attuned, eyes to the moon, wayward stars, I'm staring directly into a setting sun blazing back at me. One lone star fades on a barren hill. I stand on leaves crisp, air musses the gray growing despair -- too old to behave this way -- Hiding my heart, hiding from your dark. When will our dawn arrive? if not tomorrow? Your eyes contain visions unseen from my vantage. I clear my throat. Hiding in my heart, hiding from your dark, I ask again, does it have to be far from you? 10.1.2017 6.23.20 edit Perhaps, not yet fully realized. |
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